Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"My lord, the spies reported that the Noxians are approaching us."

A man in scarlet armor knelt on the ground without raising his head. The above words came from his mouth. But the person he wanted to report to did not give him an answer for a long time.

Vladimir sat on a high chair and stared at the huge floor-to-ceiling window in front of him. There was no moon tonight, and thick black clouds were rolling in the sky. Occasionally, a few bright stars would appear briefly, but

It will disappear soon.

"My lord?" the man asked bravely. "The Noxians are approaching..."

"Yes." Vladimir hummed lightly and waved his hand to let him leave. "Just do what you have to do, and don't bother me again in the next few days."

His cold and indifferent attitude did not make the man feel anything wrong, and he left the gloomy castle very respectfully, leaving Vladimir alone.

"The Noxians..."

Vladimir's voice was low and smooth, and it didn't seem like a human voice. When he was alone, he completely took off all disguises. His skin became paler and less bloody, the same color.

His long hair was hung casually on his head. He moved his facial muscles rather slowly and showed a smile.

They should have come a long time ago. He thought sadly. Why not come earlier? I can't wait any longer. The gods need more powerful blood food...

Vladimir sighed. His heart was filled with sorrow. He didn't even know where this emotion came from. For a moment, his thoughts stayed at a certain point in the past. At that time

At that time, he was a little boy with curly brown hair.

After years of continuous war, the ascended ones broke into the mortal world, conquered all the worlds in sight with their unstoppable force, and then fought with each other. At that time, he was following one of them.

His country was broken, his parents died, and he was pulled into the Ascended army as a slave. Thanks to his intelligence, Vladimir was quickly promoted. He hid his thoughts well, and from then on

From slave to soldier, and from soldier to apprentice of blood magic. He was the first human being allowed to study blood magic.

Vladimir thought in a daze, maybe that was when I started to change.

people.

He was bored by having such shallow and ignorant creatures around him. They stood very close to each other, but there was a huge gap like an abyss between them.

Vladimir knows that he is no longer a human being. Whether it is from the life form that has been changed many times by evil rituals or from the things he has done, he is no longer a human being. He should be happy about this

, because human beings are weak and useless existences, but he is not happy.

Maybe it's because I sacrificed my emotions to the gods? He stroked his cheek thoughtfully, and transparent tears ran across them, which were caught between his fingers, and then he threw them on the ground like dust.

, broke into thousands of different pieces.

Thousands of tiny fragments that could no longer be observed with the naked eye lay quietly on the floor, and together they reflected Vladimir's face - a face that was pale and no longer human.

A human named Vladimir died tonight, and something even more terrifying was slowly born from it.

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Raging Claw is one of the scouts riding wargs who roll over the grass mercilessly.

You should be able to see some clues from his name - yes, he is a Vastayan. He has no father or mother. He wandered to Noxus and joined the army. He has no surname, even his first name.

A nickname gained from an underground black boxing match.

But Furypaw liked the name.

His rough and primitive face has a natural wildness. This werewolf bared his teeth, revealing sharp canine teeth. The warg under his crotch was more peaceful than other colleagues, running silently until they

We arrived at the scheduled location—three thousand meters in front of the capital of the small country over there.

"Raging Claw," his captain called. "Come here."

Raging Claw came to him, and the dark night obscured their figures. His pupils sparkled in the darkness, and he could easily see what was in the captain's hand.

"Explosives?" Raging Claw was a little surprised. "I thought you swore you would never use this thing again."

"For the sake of Noxus and the Legion, my personal oath is insignificant." His commander, who was blind in one eye, said calmly, and stuffed the explosive into Raging Claw's arms.

He unloaded a small crate from his warg's back and took out fourteen sticks of dynamite. These small black round tubes were a masterpiece of engineering. In the past, they had been used

He opened mountains, cracked rocks, and blasted out mines. Until a war madman threw him into the slaughter.

The captain distributed it to everyone, and the members of the team had different reactions. Raging Claw watched calmly as his brothers and sisters took the explosives that represented the commander's broken oath, and recorded everyone's expressions in

Deep in my heart.

The explosives were distributed quickly, and no wargs made a sound. They were as quiet and terrifying as this night. The breeze blew over Raging Claw's face, and the fluff was blown by the wind. He placed the explosives on his waist, carefully

It was tied up with two straps. The knot made with a special technique will ensure its safety.

"We will launch a raid in five minutes. As scouts, our mission is to obtain intelligence. The existence of explosives is only to give you the ability to protect yourself when facing those blood knights - of course, if any lucky person uses this

If something blows up one of their bastards, I'll be happy for you."

There was a smile in the captain's voice.

A cruel smile.

There was also a smile on Wrathclaw's face, and his smile was much more ferocious than that of humans. Vastaya's bloodline is so strong, and he will face discrimination wherever he goes. Only No

Texas doesn't, it tolerates everyone and everyone.

This is why Raging Claw is willing to stay here. He was originally a wandering wolf, but unexpectedly found his lost hometown here.

"Get ready, everyone." The captain continued. This was rare. He usually wouldn't say so many words before a battle. "Let the legion remember us and witness us... It's still the same old rule. If someone dies,

If you do, your title will be inherited."

Raging Claw took over his words: "The problem is, Captain, after all this time, we don't even know your title."

"...You talk too much, Raging Claw. Shut up." His commander sighed helplessly, turned over and sat on the warg, and buckled his helmet. His voice became dull. "Sword of Silence, remember.

alright."